~     Sylveon      ~   
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
          Countersense Fairy   
      Canine?                     
                          Palliative? 
                                 
 Appearance:  Sylveon Resemble Dogs  In  
   Many Ways, With  Similar Small Bodies 
    And  Faces. They Are Small And  
     Nimble,  And With White  Fur.  
                               
                                 
 The  Most Striking  Feature Is       
 Their  "Ribbons",   Long  Flat Feelers 
 That  They     Use  To  Bind    Or  To 
 Interface With   The Minds  Of  Others 
                          
   The  Ribbons Play  A Large  Social   
   Role   Among   Sylveons.          
   They  Induce A Sense Of Wellbeing, 
   And  Can  Ease Pain  If  Applied   
 Close To A Wound.     It  Is Thought 
 They Feed Off  The Pain  Of Others     
                 This   Way.   
                              
                              
       Sylveon  Are  Great Partners 
 To  Humans,  But  Care Should Be Taken  
 To  Limit  Exposure To   Ribbons,     
  Since  With  Prolonged  Contact     
   The Consciousnesses  Start  To Blend, 
 An   Environment   In   Which         
 The  Sylveon Is  Much  More  At Home,   
    And   It    Will   Take   Advantage. 
                     
    Medicinal                    
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 Its   Sap                        
         Poison        Putting 
 Thoughts    Into             
 Not   Killed.                      
   But  Is    Loyal    (Lie!  Lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 The  Nature Of  The Coma Depends On  The 
 Intensity  Of  The  Sylveon'S Feeding.  
     You Will  Succumb  To  A     
        Fast-Growing   Addiction   
  That  Leads To A Submissive       
      And   Sluggish  State     
                
  Eventually  You Will  Slowly Slip  
   Into    A    Long    Slumber,   
   Becoming     Sap   In The  Vines